Still buck naked, and pretty much covered in b l o o d. “come on dawgs---hurry” Dustin sounded like he was in a panic. Finally they all show up, w...ll, all that were there, about five of them total. “come on dawgs—get him inside—come on”! He was in a panic—he was crying. Shit I dont think I ever seen my lil bro cry—he was tough as shit. It took 4 of them, hoisting their arms under my pits, to drag me inside. I was pretty fucking heavy at 200 even. Most of the guys, cept for Dustin were pretty. The sliding access door soon opened and the small crowd surged inside. Checking her watch, Sandy took a position right at the door and waited until the last possible moment to board. So absorbed was she in looking for her quarry that she didn't even notice that the door had begun to close."Hey lady, are you coming or what?" Called out the deckhand, rousing Sandy from her trance.Without a word, she ran up the corridor and onto the Ferry. Taking her usual seat, she stared out the window into the. Mona gasped and squirmed on her back. "Put his cock in," she squawked impatiently.King snorted then neighed as his nostrils flared. He jabbed at Mona, anxious to fuck his prick inside the bubbling depths of her cunt. He bobbed his head and stepped forward, the bloated knob of his prick smashing against Mona's clit.Mona gasped. "Please, Barbi. I need it. Stop fuckin' around."Barbi pulled on King's cock. The horse stepped forward and the head of his prick slipped easily into the waiting gash of. Joan Davidson moved in just after we did. Joan retired just in time for our move, but she might have been pushed into retirement, but that is another story, altogether, in plenty of time to sell off her furniture and settle all of her affairs at home, before joining us as we jetted of to Aruba for the winter. The Crown enjoyed a warm relationship with Aruba and Joan found handling life as a recently retired British Subject was quite easy.The equatorial weather was perfect and our lives were.